Classical Mythology, 7th Edition - obinfonet: dia logou

176 THE MYTHS OF CREATION: THE GODS
cause they dared to deny her divinity; in her wrath, the goddess caused them
to be the first women to prostitute themselves, and as they lost all their sense of
shame it was easy to turn them into stone. Ovid goes on to relate the story
of Pygmalion and the result of his disgust for these women (Metamorphoses
10. 243-297).
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Pygmalion saw these women leading a life of sin and was repelled by the many
vices that nature had implanted in the feminine mind. And so he lived alone
without a wife for a long time, doing without a woman to share his bed. Meanwhile
he fashioned happily a statue of ivory, white as snow, and gave it a beauty
surpassing that of any woman born; and he fell in love with what he had made.
It looked like a real maiden who you would believe was alive and willing to
move, had not modesty prevented her. To such an extent art concealed art; Pygmalion
wondered at the body he had fashioned and the flames of passion burned
in his breast. He often ran his hands over his creation to test whether it was real
flesh and blood or ivory. And he would not go so far as to admit that it was
ivory. He gave it kisses and thought that they were returned; he spoke to it and
held it and believed that his fingers sank into the limbs that he touched and was
afraid that a bruise might appear as he pressed her close.
Sometimes he enticed her with blandishments, at other times he brought
her gifts that please a girl: shells and smooth pebbles, little birds, flowers of a
thousand colors, lilies, painted balls, and drops of amber, the tears wept by
Phaëthon's sisters who had been changed into trees. He also clothed her limbs
with garments, put rings on her fingers, draped long necklaces around her neck,
dangled jewelry from her ears, hung adornments on her breast. All was becoming,
but she looked no less beautiful naked. He placed her on his bed with
covers dyed in Tyrian purple and laid her down, to rest her head on soft pillows
of feathers as if she could feel them.
The most celebrated feast day of Venus in the whole of Cyprus arrived;
heifers, their crooked horns adorned with gold, were slaughtered by the blow
of the axe on their snowy necks, and incense smoked. When he had made his
offering at the altar, Pygmalion stood and timidly prayed: "If you gods are able
to grant everything, I desire for my wife. ..." He did not dare to say "my ivory
maiden." Golden Venus herself was present at her festival and understood what
his prayers meant. As an omen of her kindly will a tongue of flame burned
bright and flared up in the air.
When he returned home Pygmalion grasped the image of his girl and lay
beside her on the bed and showered her with kisses. She seemed to be warm. He
touched her with his lips again and felt her breasts with his hands. At his touch
the ivory grew soft, and its rigidity gave way to the pressure of his fingers; it
yielded just as Hymettan wax when melted in the sun is fashioned into many
shapes by the working of the hands and made pliable. He is stunned but dubious
of his joy and fearful he is wrong. In his love he touches this answer to his
prayers. It was a body; the veins throbbed as he felt them with his thumb. Then
in truth Pygmalion was full of prayers in which he gave thanks to Venus. At last
he presses his lips on lips that are real and the maiden feels the kisses she is given
and as she raises her eyes to meet his she sees both her lover and the sky.